Soren Rune was not born to an auspicious family, but became part of one. His father, or what he knew of him anyway, was killed dueling while Soren was still in his mother's womb. By tradition and law his mother was taken in and provided for by the Rune household.

It was the best thing that could have ever happened for them.

Young Soren grew up surrounded by his adoptive brothers, living a comfortable if festive lifestyle ( for the North anyway ). His childhood was filled with private tutoring and personal training by the their father. As a man of honor, he imparted the ideals set by Gerd Marrow-Eater onto Soren and the lesson was taken to heart more then any other.

But it's true meaning was not fully grasped until he was much, much older. Into young adulthood Soren had taken a liking to the mead, beers, and other brews his family regularly traded from their distilleries, and became oafish and boisterous from it. Much to anyone';s chagrin even while completely intoxicated he remained relatively undefeated in single combat.. until he made the mistake of insulting a God-Blooded.

With the power of Charms at his opponent's disposal, and Soren naturally in his state of drunken stupor, the god-child easily defeated him with only a single thrust; if it were not for his superhuman levels of control the errant spear would have gone through Soren's head rather then just skewering his eye. The experienced humbled Soren and shamed his family, and although they were forgiving he chose self-imposed exile. That's what is publicly known.

Soren was contacted in private before his indefinite sabbatical could begin by the Ears; the organization was interested in adding him to the ranks of the Cunning Dancers. During his tenure in the market places and court halls he'd gain a reputation in Icehome as both a cunning linguist and shrewd businessman, if somewhat bawdy ( he was barely sober even then ). Most of all his peers and rivals admired ( or hated ) his blunt honesty and straight arrow ethics, and even an outspoken voice was one worth listening to as far as the Ears of the North were concerned. Tenuously he accepted their offer and his great odyssey began.

Only a few short and exciting years followed during his travels ever southwards, makingventure into the marketplaces of the River Province. In one city he confronted a half dozen Guild merchants that had the gall to invite a Raksha beyond it's walls in exchange for fashioning fake glamors that they could sell at exorbitant prices. The circle intended to kill him then and there but before the fey could strike him down he awakened as a Chosen of the Sun.

(here is where you write down all your stuff. you write your artifacts, too, name, fluff and stats. you have to specify, for every item, what background (resources, arsenal, artifact...) did it come out of. don't itemize your tacklebox, this isn't D&D)